Jesse and Walter in “Seven-Thirty-Seven”

Jesse

Oh, we are dead. Dead men! Muerto, or muerte, or however the hell you...Jesus...

Walter

This is conjecture.

Jesse

This is conjecture?

Walter

Conjecture, yes. And conjecture isn't helping.

Jesse

Oh, my conjecture isn't helping?

Walter

Could you just state the facts?

Jesse

Alright, fine, facts in. Fact A: My phone rang like eight times last night. Dead air, hang-ups every time. Second fact? Like three in the morning, I saw that black Caddy of his cruising my neighborhood. No headlights.

Walter

No, if he wanted to kill us, he would have done it at the junkyard.

Jesse

What is that? Conjecture? Are you basing that on that he's got a normal, healthy brain or something? Did you not see him beat a dude to death for, like, nothing? And that way–that way he just kept staring at us. Saying, "You're done." You're done?! You wanna know what that means? I will tell you what that means! That means exactly how it sounds, yo! Alright, we are witnesses, we are loose ends! Right now, Tuco's thinking, "Yeah, hey, they cook good meth, but can I trust them?" What happens when he decides, "no"?